Pile o' Poo!

A pre-schooler is hanging around by herself in front of the school waiting for mom. I hear her say loudly to no one, “Boogaloo, Pile o’ Poo!” Then she skips into the building to find mama.

Her sixth-grade brother is just coming out and I ask if he heard what she said. He hadn’t, so I repeat it, “She said, ‘Boogaloo, Pile o’ Poo!’”

Her brother makes a rather pained look and replies, “She’s trying to say, ‘Parlez vous.’”